I would like to point out to anyone reading this that, in case you never noticed, our friend Bethany Ventura is a rather disturbed individual. Recently, a small group of us went to the Richtree for dessert. We sat and talked for a while, and then went about getting ourselves food. As we discussed what each person felt would be an appropriate dessert Bethany blurted out, "I want to see rapes!"

A little taken aback, we had to ask her to clarify. It turned out she wanted to eat crepes, but being of the long brown curly hair variety, she often fails to form coherent sentences. So in her glutonous excitement, "c-repes" turned into "see rapes."